We woke on New Years morning to Anna padding in to our room at 7:15am.
"When I woke up this morning there was a man in my bedroom"
"But then I saw it was just a t-shirt and a pair of pants"
You can bet we were wide awake after that one.
Then Lucy woke up. I love this stage of babyhood, soon to be over, where the giant bowling ball head is the hardest thing to balance and maneuver. When she wakes up, still floppy with sleep, she has the hardest time lifting her head. It's as much as she can do to push her bottom high in to the air while she circles and tries to gain the momentum to raise her head. Eventually she'll greet us with a toothy grin and a puff of white candy-floss hair and then she'll crash back in to the pillows with the effort.
A warm baby with a giant overnight nappy and an overly imaginative 4 year old. 2010 started well.
And to end: a sunset walk on the beach. Red sky at night, shepherd's delight. Hopefully auguring in a good year for all.